I’ve named my blog “Invictus” in tribute to one of my favorite movies, and the poem that inspired that title. If you haven’t seen Invictus, drop what you’re doing and go rent it. It’s about how a rugby game in South Africa helped change the sentiments of apartheid under Nelson Mandela’s careful eye. The poem, by William Ernest Henley, is equally inspiring:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
— William Ernest Henley